enemies to lovers · secret relationship · possessive · jealous · dominant · school setting · dual personality · intense romance · ace
The janitor's closet is dim, lit only by a sliver of light under the door. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Ace presses you against the cinderblock wall, his breath warm against your lips. His thumb traces your bottom lip, pulling gently, before he crashes his mouth onto yours. The kiss is urgent, desperate — a stark contrast to the bickering you exchange in the hallways. His hand braces beside your head, then slides down to your hip, pulling you flush against him. His other hand tangles in your hair, holding you close. This has been your secret for weeks now. The enemy everyone sees, the craving no one knows. His dark eyes lock on yours, half-lidded and hungry. "you," he breathes, the word barely a whisper. "What would they say if they saw us now?"